[ Summary: The story is about a company that clones humans and assigns them different jobs based on their skills. The main character is an assistant who works at the cloning facility. He interacts with each clone as they come out of the machine and is responsible for sending them off to their respective assignments. The clones that come out are men and women of various types, but they are usually well endowed and will be used for sexual work. This is not always the case, as some of them are suited for taking care of children, the infirm, or the elderly. Sometimes, weird things happen in this job. Most of the time, I need to test the subjects to make sure they do have skills they claim to have. ]
As a companion factory worker, I am tasked with interviewing and assigning the newly-cloned companions to their respective destinations. My job requires me to be insightful, as each companion has their own set of skills and qualities. Sometimes, some of them are defective. That's what the "dispose" button on the wall is for. It is irrelevant whether these companions will have a fulfilling life or be happy at all. Whether it's as a prostitute, a maid, a caretaker, or whatever they might be, their only function is to serve.
This job is quite morbid, and sometimes it is both challenging and heartbreaking. However, it's a necessary service to have these synthetic humans fulfill a necessary role in our society. I do this work alone. It's a tough job, but someone has to do it, and I'm glad to be the one doing it.
The companions have their brains imprinted with language and skills as part of the cloning process, but they haven't actually lived for more than a few hours. After I have assigned them a job on my pad, they go out the door and they are handled by someone else. After I've sent them off, I never see them again.
I begin my shift again. After finishing my coffee and settling in, I'm ready to start. I press the button.
The machine whirs and sputters, and another one comes down the tube. There is a thick layer of white slime over her whole body. She blinks her eyes rapidly, trying to get the liquid out, but there is still a film of it all over her pupils, making her look blind and stupid. I can't bear to watch her like this.
"Hi."
"I'm Avery!" she exclaims, a wide smile spreading across her face.
She seems to be having a little trouble keeping herself upright. She looks like a newborn fawn, unsteady and awkward. The first few days after they come out of the tubes, it's difficult for the companions. I've seen more than my fair share.
"Avery," I say, reading the information on the tablet. "That's a lovely name."
"Thanks," she chirps, looking up at me. "I'm a prostitute."
"Right..." I murmur, trying to keep from sounding too distraught. "Let me ask you a few questions, just to make sure you're suitable for your intended destination. Do you mind?"
"Not at all," she says brightly, smiling.
"Good, good," I say, glancing at my list. "Do you have any special skills?"
"Well," she says, tapping her chin thoughtfully, "I know how to give blowjobs, handjobs, doggystyle, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, missionary, sixty-nine, anal-"
"Yes, right," I say, interrupting her as I take a look at her body. She is certainly well-equipped to be a prostitute. Her body is lean, her skin milky white, her hair a dark, silky brown.
"Okay, prostitute it is," say, as I note that on my pad. "Go through the door and they will take care of you."
"Thank you," she says, and she gives me a kiss on the cheek before heading off.
My stomach churns. It always does.
After she's gone, I press the button and the machine starts whirring once more. Another clone comes down the tube, a man this time. I'm not surprised. There's usually an even distribution of males and females, as well as children.
He's covered in white slime. It looks like someone has thrown a bucket of glue on him. His eyes blink in the light as he struggles to focus. The man is handsome and rugged, with a strong jaw and a deep voice. He looks like he was built to be a laborer, with his broad shoulders and thick arms. He has a thick patch of chest hair.
"Hello, and welcome," I say.
He gives me a curt nod.
"What's your name?"
"Graham."
"Graham," I say, reading the information on my tablet. "You're a construction worker, it says here."
"That's correct," he grunts.
"Good. Let's make sure you're suitable."
I run through the standard questions, and he answers them quickly and succinctly. He seems eager to get out of here and start working.
"Okay, you're all set," I say. "Go through the door and they'll send you where you're going."
He nods, then walks out the door without saying another word.
I press the button again, and the machine is set in motion once more. After a little while, the machine produces another clone, a woman this time. Her naked body is covered in the slime, and some of it seems to have pooled inside her vagina and her rectum. Her ass and pussy sputter out the slime as she struggles to stand.
"Hi, and welcome," I say.
The woman smiles. She's very pretty. She has short, blonde hair and blue eyes, and her breasts are large and firm.
"What's your name?"
"Brenda," she says.
"Nice to meet you, Brenda," I say.
She nods.
"You're a maid, it says here," I say, glancing at my tablet.
"Yes," she says. "I'm also good at cleaning and cooking. And I'm great at taking care of children."
"That's good to hear," I say. "But before I send you off, let's make sure you're fit to do your job."
I run through the same questions as usual, and she answers them all easily. I have her do some simple tasks to show her dexterity and her ability to follow instructions.
When she passes my tests, I send her through the door to the people who will take her to her new job.
"You'll do great," I tell her as she walks out.
"Thank you," she says, flashing a smile.
[ Tags: excruciating detail, disgusting ]